Morbid Angels

Can you hear the shallow cries
Of soldiers few with hollow eyes
Their spirits torn and in diguise
Their mouths decieve and froth with lies

Can you hear the mournful cheer
The laughter filled with borowed fear
As motion stops and time draws near
Their stone cold hearts never bleed a tear

Do you fear your empty demise
From failure due to revengeful tries
Exposure feeds and gives them highs
Liars and thieves do go to the skies


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